Air travel brings out the worst in anyone. Check-in and security lines resemble cattle herds – a completely dehumanizing process where we’re searched inside and out. By the time we board, we’re not on our best behavior. Whether it’s getting the emergency row, silencing the crying baby or stubborn seat kicker, we pine for the little things that make us happy. Our own Mike Barish is an aisle guy. As for me, I like creating a nap nook that the window seat allows.
For some travelers, seat preferences are something sacred and worth fighting for. A recent New York Times piece describes how author Joe Sharkey refused to forfeit his aisle seat, citing that he paid extra for it. Last summer, my mother and I went to London and Paris to celebrate that she was in remission from breast cancer. On our first flight we encountered a similar situation: Read more